How could I have been so stupid. Letting myself fall asleep before I could hide the phone. Now I can't call anyone and I'm probably going to die.

I need to contact my family but the man tied my hands to the bed and left the phone on the nightstand to taunt me. The man tied my hands so tightly that there already turning purple. I need to untie myself before he comes back or else I won't make it out alive. Then I realize that my only chance was that phone and I blew it, there's nothing I can do now.

I lie down and try to remember my old life, the one I had before all this happened. I wanted that to be the last thing I thought about. I think about my family, my school, and my friends. I think about my birthday's and my first dance. I almost feel happy. Eventually I fall asleep but this time it's peaceful.

I was woken up by a loud banging. It sounded like it was coming from underneath me.

The knocking is followed by someone yelling. I can almost make out the word policy.... wait.... police are they actually here. I'm probably imagining thinks but it sounds so real. I want to believe it but I don't want to have false hope. I hear it again. This is real and if it's not I have nothing to lose.

Excitement fills my body at the thought that I might live to see my family again. I can hear people talking but I can't understand what there saying. I hear footsteps getting closer and closer and I just hope that this is a rescue, and not the opposite.

I want to yell so they know I'm here, but I can't seem to form the words.

Why can't I speak?

What's wrong with me?

Is this a dream?